This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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5831 | 2019-02-15 23:23:23 | 145.41 | 99% |
5663 | 2019-02-05 19:46:11 | 151.05 | 99% |
5149 | 2019-01-24 20:05:00 | 147.92 | 98% |